Spinach quiche hint for QoD: Perhaps your recipe calls for this, but I have found that frozen spinach works better than fresh (don’t tell the foodies). After you thaw it, make sure you drain it well. Best method is to squish it mightily between your hands.

VonZep and earlybird1: I really wish I had seen the squishing the spinach mightily advise before I put this thing in the oven. As it is, I think maybe the spinach may have too much water in it. Well, here’s how it went: I think I put too much stuff in the pie crust before I put the egg mixture over top because…the egg mixture overflowed (even though I tried to put in what the recipie called for) and kind of…um…began to spill all over the kitchen floor. (ahem) (cough…cough). Well, I’ve cleaned up THAT little mess. I have managed to assemble the whole thing now and it’s in the oven cooking. I guess. I’ll let you know what happens next. When the whole egg batter on the floor fiasco took place, I wondered if a dog would have helped me clear that up if I had one. *sigh* :(

QoD, see, that’s the problem with cats in this situation. If you mess something up, they rub it in with their superior attitudes. When cooking disasters happen here at the Schloss Von Zeppelin, Sam and Max (Freelance Dogs) just say, “Wow! Great job! Looks terrific. Are you gonna eat that? Huh? Looks pretty good!”

VonZep and Noelegy: Well, I’ve just taken this “masterpiece” from the oven. The recipie does not specifiy but I have a hunch that I need to let it “rest” for a bit before I slice it and try to eat it. It looks like a quiche and it smells pretty good in here so hopefully I did okay. I’ll let it set for…what? I don’t know…half an hour?

VonZ: Thanks for that! I wasn’t sure about the half hour so I really appreciate your culinary validation of what I thought I should do! Well, it should be ready soon. Smells yum. I’ll let you know how it went. As for the wine, my cat said I should just go to the corner store and get a beer. He wants me to get tipsy and fall asleep so he can use my debit card to buy catnip and boxes online. (he’s having a bit of a problem which may call for an intervention in the near future). But he just wants me to go there because they have nice cans of wet food which he wants me to buy for him. He’s so bossy.

QoD: Nice job! I am sure you did a fine job. As for cats, I have none, but I am well aware of their disdainful opinions. As for me, a glass of wine improves any dish; I have complete faith in your culinary abilities. In my experience, if it smells good it usually IS good. And so I doff my hat to you. *doff*

As you may conclude, a glass of wine has indeed contributed to my postingks. Nevertheless, I still doff my hat to you. And I applaud your culinary endeavorings. *pours another glass* ‘Tis the weekend after all…

QoD: Brava! Brava! My compliments to the chef. Champagne for the kitchen staff. As for that cat sitting in the corner writing the restaurant review, see if he’ll add a star in return for some primo ‘nip. And the box it came in.

Oh yes, QoD, it’s one of the great advantages of dog ownership — you never have to sweep the kitchen floor again! They especially like eggy messes like yours. Surely you have a neighbor with a dog you could borrow for such emergencies? ;-)
Congrats on the quiche!
And … just … awwwww! (again)
**ear flaps!**

5: Thanks! I just woke up from a quiche induced nap. My next door neighbor does have a dog but I didn’t think about that in time. I just grabbed paper towels and a sponge. hmmmmmmmm. It sounds like Theresa is freaking out again. *looks sternly over rhinestoned, cat-rimmed glasses at Theresa*

Oh Dorkish Queen, do you *really* have rhinestone cats-eye glasses? I ran across a photo of my paternal grandmother, circa 1976, holding my baby brother (and sitting in a beanbag chair!). She had on some completely awesome cats-eye glasses that I wish I could go back in time and rescue the next time she changed frames. I’ve looked online at vintage frame sites, but can’t find their like anywhere. Hers were metal and quite delicate, and it seems like all the ones I see online are plastic and too chunky.

Noelegy: No, I’m afraid that the glasses are just a part of my CO persona. I actually have 20/20 vision which somewhat startles health care professionals because they cannot believe I can see as well as I do at my age. However, my hearing kind of is not that great. Also, I’m not truly a nurse except when it comes to caring for my daughter. (Then I ROCK!). I have upmost respect of those in the real life medical profession. My beloved sister was a paramedic. I myself would be useless in such a field. Just have the first patient present to me with a bone or something sticking out of their arm and I would run screaming in horror into the hallway and pass out. My mom was a nurse and I always told her I could not follow in her footsteps because ewwwww, yuck. Icky things. People vomiting and bones sticking out of the skin? ewwwwww! Yuck. gross. But I do enjoy administering care cyberally (is that a word?) to CO peeps and hope that I can continue in that capacity. Also, my cat really does wear bi-focals. (In my strange imagination). :)

@ Qof D I didn’t log on in time but next time you make a quiche spread some mustard like Grey Poupon or some other hearty mustard on the crust before filling it with the eggs & cheese YUM !!! You won’t get a mustard taste but it sure adds to the overall taste . A couple of tablespoons to start with then adjust to taste on future ones. Bon Appitite !

In late October, my DH brought home THREE doggies he saw running down the middle of the interstate. Yes, you read that right. And yes, my husband is a really good guy.

One of them, a female of indeterminate breed (and the cause of all the brouhaha) was returned to her owners (against our will, I might add). Another, a gorgeous male boxer, was re-homed after we got him neutered. He’s now living the good life with a lovely couple that are very active in animal rescue.

The third? He’s a Corgi/Spitz/Who knows mix, and is currently curled up on my couch, next to my little old, toothless doxie. I did NOT WANT another dog – I was perfectly happy with the one I had, thankyouverymuch. But sometimes, life takes over and gives you what you REALLY need. Now, one month later, I can’t imagine my life without this little hairy ape.

Um. Sorry for the long post. The little Corgi just inspired me, I guess. ;-)

I do not care what kind of puppeh it is. I just want to stroke his little soft puppeh head, feel his luffly floofy ribs breathe, and snorgle him very, very carefully. Just for a little while. Just until he wakes up. Pleeeeeze?

Oh, yes, our leetl frennn here, oh, what a dear eeetle morsel, how they grow into stubborn but still distractingly-ky-oot monsters. Mine, Killer Corgi, (AKC name Westminster Abbey of someone or other) is right now doing unspeakable things to a cow shin bone packed with a peanut butter-smelling substance. This leetle morsel weel be doing the same thing in about six months. Hard to imagine the cubic yards of fur flying off it, too, but there you have it, a brand new Corgi life to weedle eetts way into some family’s hearts, (I hope).

This leelte one looks like a Pembroke, Killer is a Cardigan, (let’s all say it together) “The one with the buttons!”
Wag, wag, wag, oh, waaaaaaag, wag, and here comes the smell of peanut butter, in 3-2-1 and mmmwhahhhhh! And the family room smells like a wet dog and peanut butter ah, the sweet smells of home! Killer’s Bigger bigger brother comes home for a visit today, (YAY) so we can all see their (littler) bigger brother play in his school concert! The brothers don’t shed, but all three do eat peanut butter.